Faker

by Sarah Smith

“Well, holy hot damn.” There’s a long pause, then a breathy laugh. “So he kisses like a demon, you’ve had phone sex with him, he’s gone down on you, and he puts your pleasure before his?”

Basically.

“That’s what you do to me, Emmie. You make me want to do things I would have never thought to do before. You make me happier than ever. That’s why you’re special.”

he whispers into my ear how gorgeous I look, how my skin is the softest thing he’s ever touched, and how he wants to feel my body against his forever.